April 26, 2012


            Hauntingly beautiful, heartwarming and seemingly everlasting: Our lives are littered with such moments. However, even among those moments, there are those that are so beautiful and magical, it’s hard to believe in their reality. Transient and yet, eternal, they feel like an unreal dream that never seizes to stop and yet somehow is never enough to satisfy us to our heart’s content. But at the end of the day, the only reason they are called moments is because they don’t last very long. Sad…
            I once read somewhere that “Life is not made up of minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, or years, but of moments. You must experience each one before you can appreciate it.” I believe I now find myself in the proper disposition to not only understand the meaning of this statement but also to acknowledge the ineffable beauty of these moments that make up our lives.
            That’s about all that inhabits my mind at this moment. My thoughts remind me of a certain quote by a famous American poet, novelist and story writer named Charles Bukowski. He once said, “Some moments are nice; some are nicer; some are even worth writing about.” For me, this was certainly one of those moments.

April 15, 2012


It feels like ages since I have tried writing anything at all. Didn’t think I want to write again. But here I am again, writing; or at least trying. I want to share a story today. Let’s see now. How does it begin?
     Ah yes, it was some time ago. There was a child. He was cold and emotionless. No feelings at all for most people around him. He didn’t make a lot of bonds. Neither did he care about them.
     As he grew older, he got colder and almost changed to an in recognizable person. He held on to his ideologies of being alone and not caring about the world. As days went by, he decided that these bonds were holding him back and began to sever them.
     He continued walking that path until ….